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Visions of The Crystal Feast. Day 9
🕑 Added 2021-12-21 23:51:06 +0000 UTCThe Ninth of our thirteen Thirteens made by the lovely Becsantus: Dog.
After defeating Tzim-Sha and recovering her Tardis from the planet Desolation, this Doctor returned her three companions to earth, but Yasmin Khan wasn't going anywhere. Angry and dominant, Yaz punished The Doctor for endangering her life by fucking her right against the Tardis Console, and soon enough, the newly regenerated Doctor's personality remoulded into that of a consummate submissive. Giving everything to Yaz, even her name, 'Dog' faithfully served her mistress as Yaz took the TARDIS on a joyride through time and space.
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“You made me a slave!” Yasmin Khan gasped, staring in disbelief as the ancient version of her had her tunic torn away and her body sandwiched between two incredibly buff amazons. “You racist cunt!”
“I didn’t make you anything!” The Doctor snarled. “That you was always a slave, just like those others were all always stupid, ungrateful sluts!”
Yaz shrieked and pounced, knocking the blonde to the floor. The Doctor yelped in indignant surprise and fought back, the pair of them tumbling to the ground in a hair-pulling, nail-scratching heap.
“Going to make you pay!” Yaz howled.
The Doctor’s genius and millennia of good work has afforded them much good will. Mistakes made by a great hero are easily brushed aside, if not by those who do not know their reputation. A Doctor whose reputation did not proceed her, and whose mistakes were not forgotten or forgiven, learns this crucial lesson.
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“Ok, um… bye!” The Doctor said with a forced grin as Yaz, Ryan and Graham stared in confusion at the park they’d landed in. “Sorry!” She slammed the door and sprinted for the console, cheeks flushed with humiliation and regret.
It hadn’t been her fault, not really, she was still only a few days into her regeneration and it hadn’t been a smooth one. No-one could blame her for making a mistake with her calibrations, and she’d managed to save her three friends from asphyxiating in the vacuum of space with no real harm done. She’d kept them safe, despite her blunder, from acid lakes and murderous robots and a lot of particularly unpleasant sentient bedsheets, so surely everything was fine.
No.
Because she’d almost killed the only three friends she had, and even though they hadn’t mentioned it, she knew they couldn’t look at her the same way ever again.
It was better she left them where they were safe and went off to find some new adventures by herself.
The Tardis doors slammed open and The Doctor let out a squeak of surprise, turning to see Yaz stalking towards her, fury evident on her face.
The blonde cowered as Yaz approached her, grabbing her by the shoulders and shoving her up against one of the crystal pillars of the Tardis. “I… I thought you were going home?” The Doctor managed to splutter as Yaz scowled down at her.
When had Yaz become so strong?
“You’re just going to kick me out like that?” Yaz snapped. “After everything? You drop me back home and run away without another word?”
“I… I…” The Blonde stammered, hearts hammering in her chest.
When had Yaz become so intimidating?
“I want answers!”
“What answers?” The Doctor swallowed as Yaz stepped back and let her go. She stumbled slightly and sank down to her knees.
When had Yaz become so beautiful?
“Who are you? What is this place? Where did you come from?” Yaz laughed sarcastically, “You showed up with no explanation and tried to leave just as quick, I want to know everything.”
“B… but.”
“You almost got me killed more times today than I can count.” Yaz growled, snarling down at the kneeling blonde, oblivious to the terrified arousal she was instilling in the ancient alien. “You owe me.”
The Doctor nodded meekly. “Yes Yaz… I… I understand.” She swallowed and bit her lip, “How can I make it up to you?”
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“Mmmhmhm!” The Doctor moaned into her ballgag, eyes rolling in the darkness behind her latex hood as Yaz tugged yet another bead from her winking asshole. How many had it been now? Six? Seven? She struggled to remember how many there were on the chain, and just what the upper limits on their expansion were.
Time-lords weren’t the only species that had cracked dimensional transcendentalism, there were a select other races who knew how to make objects bigger on the inside, smaller on the outside, and how to fit a lot into a little package.
Originally, each bead had only been the size of a grape, now it felt like a whole satsuma was being tugged out of her hole. With ten beads on the chain, The Doctor was equally terrified and thrilled to find out just how massive the final orb would be as it stretched her slutty hole on its way out.
She wiggled a little to show her delight, drooling onto the floor past her gag and mumbling incomprehensively. She knew Yaz liked to know she was getting results, so the sloppier and sluttier she acted, the better.
Yaz’s palm smacked down on her latex-clad rump with a sharp slapping sound, plump pale flesh jiggling in its blue skin-tight wrapping. The Doctor only moaned at the pain, teeth squeaking against the rubber between her lips as she tensed her core and shamelessly twerked her ass in a bid for more spanking.
“Oh God, you’re such a whore.” She heard Yaz mutter. “I can’t believe you ever saved the world, you can’t go ten minutes without embarrassing yourself.”
The Doctor mewed and nodded in agreement, lashes fluttering as Yaz’s hand rubbed against the latex-clad mound of her cunt, massaging the sticky mess and making the Doctor’s toes curl in her heels.
“Good girl… good puppy.” Yaz cooed as The Doctor whimpered and pressed her ass back against her palm, before tugging the eighth bead from her asshole. “Two more to go and then if you’re good I’ll let you pick out a dildo to replace them.”
“Fankoouh.” The Doctor mumbled happily, rubbing her stomach against Yaz’s thighs as the younger girl kept her bent in place.
A sharp tug on her ponytail made her whimper needily, resulting in another jerk of her hips against Yaz’s palm.
“No talking, dog.” Yaz reminded her sternly, fist tight around the long golden locks emerging from the back of The Doctor’s mask. She gave another tug to the string of beads and the penultimate sphere popped free of her pet’s sphincter, an orange-sized ball of chrome glistening with The Doctor’s arousal. “You’ve been doing so well girl… don’t ruin it now.”
The Doctor whined through her nose and nodded as much as she was able with Yaz’s grip on her hair. She could already feel the tug of the final bead against her hole, the massive shape of it resting inside her, bigger than all the ones that came before. Yaz gave a slow pull and The Doctor moaned, feeling herself stretch open little by little, her mistress prolonging the sensation as long as she could before it finally came free with an audible pop.
The Doctor’s whimper of relief was blissful to a tee and she fell limply over Yaz’s lap as the girl chuckled. “There we go… good girl… that’s my good girl.” She felt a pat on her ass and gave herself a shake to imply her thanks, before Yaz gently eased her off her thighs and lay her on the floor.
The sound of bare feet on the Tardis floor was quiet and muffled by the latex hood, but the Doctor listened intently as Yaz moved around her. She slowly pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and angled herself towards where she guessed Yaz was, mewing softly around the ballgag for her lover’s attention.
“Yes girl, you did very well.” Yaz’s voice said with an amused sigh. “You’ve definitely earned your treat.” More footsteps, and then suddenly gentle hands were pulling her hood off and setting her face free.
The Doctor blinked in the sudden light before staring adoringly up at the human girl who had made her into a submissive fuckpet. It had been years now since Yaz had first confronted her and The Doctor had discovered her natural submissiveness, it was hard to remember life before it.
Yaz was a kind mistress, liberal with her affection and always careful to let the Doctor know she was loved, but she was a mistress nonetheless. Yaz called all the shots, told the time-lord what to do and when, and if she disappointed or stepped out of line, she was quick to remind her of her place with a butt-bruising spanking or, god forbid, an enforced abstinence.
The Doctor sighed dreamily, wondering how she’d slept all those years without Yaz’s body wrapped around her. How she’d piloted the Tardis without a watchful eye looking over her and a strong hand on her waist. How she’d lived without the scent of cinnamon and sex perfuming her every waking hour with her lover.
The ballgag popped free of her teeth easily and she swallowed, her lips still wet and shiny with spit. She smiled and let out a soft sigh, sitting back as Yaz tossed the gag over to where the beads were lying. “Thank you, Mistress.”
“You’re welcome, pet.” Yaz hummed, “Was it everything you hoped?”
“Gods they were so big.” The Doctor moaned, hands stroking over her bare breasts, tugging on the neat silver studs in her nipples. “You’ve never stretched me out so much.”
Yaz laughed and stroked The Doctor’s hair before helping her up. “Glad you liked it, pup.” She smiled, pressing a kiss to her cheek before turning back to the Tardis console where a simple chalkboard was resting. “Another one to tick of the list.” She put a neat line through ‘expanding anal-beads’ in The Doctor’s column.
By the time she turned around The Doctor had braced herself against a crystal column and was twerking her plump backside with a grin on her face. “C’mon, I want the big one Mistress!”
“You’re such a slut.” Yaz sighed, obligingly reaching under the console to one of many large wooden chests. She rummaged around for a moment before pulling out a dildo as long and thick as her forearm, beaded and ribbed from pointed tip to the plump, bulbous knot at the bottom. “When we’re done, I want you to take me somewhere tropical, I could do with a proper vacation.”
“Will you take me too?” The Doctor whined, her asscheeks clapping like a drum as she desperately twerked her colossal ass for Yaz to see. Arousal splattered the ground as she bounced and gyrated, dribbling from her well-stretched pussy like a leaky faucet. “Take me for walkies on the beach?”
Yaz rolled her eyes and pressed the head of the dildo against The Doctor’s sopping petals. “Only if you’re a good girl.”
The Doctor groaned with need and pushed herself back against Yaz, spearing herself on the thick rubber shaft. “I’m… always… a good girl… for you mistress.” She panted, tongue lolling and dribbling yet more spit onto the slick latex covering her chest.
“Hmm.” Yaz smiled, sawing the dildo in and out of The Doctor’s hole, pushing the immense hulk of a sextoy deeper into her body with each thrust.
Before long The Doctor was once again incoherent, tongue lolling and eyes crossed as she desperately smacked her fat rump against Yaz. The knot was the only thing left of the dildo not completely smeared with her arousal, the only thing that hadn’t disappeared into her greedy hole.
Yaz had been playing with The Doctor for over an hour before she’d broken out the beads, and she saw that even though her pet was desperate, she was flagging.
Thick thighs strained as the blonde bounced herself backwards, plump breasts heaved with ragged breaths, the gasps of need erupting form her lips were growing hoarse.
Yaz sighed and pressed The Doctor up against the crystal pillar by the back of the head, gripping the dildo tight and ramming it inside her pet until finally the knot vanished into her with a wet slurp and a keening howl of bliss from the broken blonde.
She gave her pet one last smack on her jiggling backside before letting her go and watching as she slid down to her knees.
“Fuck… mistress… so fucking deep… knotting puppy’s pusssssy.” The Doctor whimpered, cheek pressed to the crystal as she quivered.
Yaz smiled.
“You’re welcome, dog.”
